Kira From Dark Crystal Novels & Stories

“Two years ago, I went through some painful stuff and couldn’t get out of it for a while, so I thought about buying some jewelry to comfort myself.” Kira gave a soft chuckle, her tone nonchalant, “I saw this ‘Twilight’ at the exhibit, and I just fell head over heels for it. The moment I laid eyes on it, I felt like it was a magic pill that could cure all my woes, so I didn’t think twice before snagging it.” Thiago was deeply moved by Kira's words, even too embarrassed to look directly into her bright eyes. Two years ago, when he was going all guns blazing, crafting the Ruby Enigma for Veronica.

No, she is the daughter of a woman who fought against all odds to save her daughter. "Then how did I end up with Wanda?" Kyra asked, a slight tremble in her tone. She is overwhelmed. The priestess noticed that. She hovered closer to Kyra, and gradually her appearance started to change. Her irisless eyes turned back normal, her white hair turned dark brown, and her body transformed. When the priestess finished, Kyra found herself standing face to face with the woman whom she saw in the pictures back in Ridgeway. Priestess cupped Kyra's cheek.

For the first time, Eira looked at Kael with the crystal eyes she’d inherited from her clan, the one she came from. Seeing this, the people around them immediately stepped back a little. They believed the rumor that those with crystal eyes carried a curse. “How dare you yell at me, Eira!” “Because I refuse to be lumped in with you—someone who’ll sleep with any woman!” “Close those eyes of yours, damn it!” Kael jutted his sharp claws toward Eira’s neck.

"It gave me the memory of everything you did to her. Every needle. Every cold night in that laboratory. Every time you told her she was a failure." "Wait!" Elena backed away, her eyes darting to the girl with the obsidian wings. "Kira! Protect me! I am your Queen!" The girl—Kira—didn't move. She stood there, her wings slightly unfurled, her white-gold eyes fixed on me. She didn't look like a killer. She looked like a ghost. "She won't help you, Mother," I said, stepping forward. I felt the Void rising, not as a drain, but as a flood. "She’s not a weapon anymore. She’s a witness."

It wasn't going to be one this time. Kira was the head warrior of the Blue Orchid Pack. Many thought that a female shouldn't be in this position. But that's how everything worked in her pack. Every pack member was given a position according to their skills and abilities. Every person received what they deserve; nothing less nothing more.

The smile stays on his mouth, but it has gone colder at the edges. “We were only talking. The new maid seemed lost.” “She is not lost.” The newcomer’s gaze shifts to me. His nostrils flare once, the movement almost too brief to notice, yet it alters the way he looks at me. Something sharp and intent crosses his face before he banks it. “You. Name.” My throat is dry. The polishing cloth is still crushed in my right hand. “I am a low maid, my lord. East wing.” “Your name.” “Kira.”

But who could have owned so much wealth, and why did they just dispose of it in a cave? Kira was confused. But she didn't have much interest in the treasures, she was more interested in who could have kept them. She was afraid she might have invaded a place meant to be a secret lair. The best thing to do would have been to leave the cave, but she also knew that if she left the only thing she would find outside were more trees and bushes. She was hoping that if she stayed here then whoever might have owned this stuff would come back and find her, maybe they might be willing to help her get out of there. Kira was still very much hungry but she held it back. Her fingers came to unbutton her shi

Her jaws snapped shut around his arm, crushing it with a sickening crunch. Newton screamed in agony, his free hand glowing as he conjured another spell. Before he could cast it, she slammed her paw into his chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. She stood over him, her growls vibrating through the clearing. Kira stood there, trembling in anger and her bones began to crack. She slowly began to transform into human but her transformation back wasn’t complete, her claws were still extended, sharp and deadly, while her fangs peeked out from under her lips. She was breathtakingly terrifying...a goddess of vengeance, raw and untamed. But she was also naked, vulnerable despite the fire burning

Kira explained, but I shook my head. “It's not your fault. That's why I can't let him have you. I want you in my life, and I mean it Kira, I know you won't believe me, but I'm saying the truth,” I confessed, taking her hands in mine. I couldn't allow Aric to take my father, my rightfully place as heir, and now Kira. I refused to let him take her. She smiled, still staring at me while I spoke. “You are my treasure, my blessing from the moon goddess.”

“I’m playing with a storm bigger than both of us.” Ryker looked to the sky. The storm clouds above twisted and churned, flashes of lightning glinting like veins of fire. “Then let’s make sure she thinks she's won.” Kira stepped forward, kneeling in the wet grass. She placed the cub gently in the center of a ring of ancient stones, each marked with a sigil from an old Mayan script. The air began to vibrate as she raised her hands. Silver light flowed from her fingertips, spiraling into the sky.